Yussa cannot help but notice the tension that creeps into the way Caleb carries himself. He sips his tea, waiting until Caleb sits back again.
"I found your number this morning," he says, by way of setting the subject at least. "I saved it on my way out the door."
Their position is more precarious now, and Yussa feels the weight of it, as he thinks he should. If Caleb is here, he is a promising student, and the last thing he wants is to stand in the way of that. And this is a position that Yussa has not found himself in for some time, not since he was a student.
He strokes his thumb along the lip of his cup.
"Our... context has clearly changed, and while my interest has not, I am aware that the power dynamic has shifted. I would not want you to feel that you are beholden to me in any way or that my assessment of you as a student will somehow depend on whatever we do or don't do outside of those roles."
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"I found your number this morning," he says, by way of setting the subject at least. "I saved it on my way out the door."
Their position is more precarious now, and Yussa feels the weight of it, as he thinks he should. If Caleb is here, he is a promising student, and the last thing he wants is to stand in the way of that. And this is a position that Yussa has not found himself in for some time, not since he was a student.
He strokes his thumb along the lip of his cup.
"Our... context has clearly changed, and while my interest has not, I am aware that the power dynamic has shifted. I would not want you to feel that you are beholden to me in any way or that my assessment of you as a student will somehow depend on whatever we do or don't do outside of those roles."